I have always felt a
close, personal connection with Halloween. Aside from it being my birthday (the
best possible day to be born, if you ask me), it is the one time of the year
where you can be someone or something else. Ignoring what happens to Halloween
costumes at the collegiate level (Black boy shorts, a little tank top, and cat
ears), Halloween in elementary school is nothing short of awesome!
Whether you and your friends dressed as the Little Rascals,
you and a playmate were Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble, or you were your
favorite super hero, there was always a sense of pride marching in your
school's parade flaunting your alter ego.
Times, however, are a'changin'. A friend of mine teaches in Northern
New Jersey and because of the food allergy epidemic, Halloween candy is off the table, literally. Similarly other schools,
because of the obesity situation in this country, require treats to be healthy.
I'm not sure about you but I think carrots on Halloween are about as exciting
as the old lady that gives out pennies.
Although a little old, an article written by Dennis Byrne in
2009 for www.chicagonow.com, mentioned that many schools are replacing
"Halloween" with "Fall Festivals" because of the negative
connotations associated with the name and the pagan celebration. He adds that
66% of adults do not agree with the name change while 15% are not sure. Just
last year, Halloween was banned in Isaac Preschool on Phoenix, AZ because they
wanted to "keep the focus on learning". The year before Ithaca, NY
canceled their Halloween parade because it excluded students of diverse
backgrounds and in Massachusetts they not only sassed Halloween but warned
teachers to "be careful" about celebrating Thanksgiving and Columbus
Day (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/31/arizona-parent-jason-bake_n_2049756.html).
Maybe this will cause a rise out of some readers but c'mon man!
Maybe this will cause a rise out of some readers but c'mon man!
Trick or Treating has changed from roaming the towns with a
pack of friends and pillow cases to "organized play" and trips to the
mall, walking from store to store. A fact that makes me very sad. No, I am not
naive enough to think we live in a world of sunshine and lollipops where my son
should wander on his own, ringing doorbells of strangers at all hours, but I do
feel that my town, as a community, has more good eggs than rotten and can
celebrate the holiday as we did in the days of 'ole when gas was only 99 cents
a gallon and cell phones only made phone calls.
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